The Soupy Toasterson Show #04

(B. Schatz)

The Soupy Toasterson Show
Created by B. Schatz

#04 - A Quest of Noble Nature
Written by B. Schatz

July 2005

The shoebox sat open beside him, it’s items displayed for all to see.

It was the place where Soupy put the memories of all his past relationships, so he wouldn’t have to look at them by accident.

A ring made out of Starburst wrappers.

A copy of that old Hanson CD with MmmBop on it.

A saran wrapped red gummy bear.

A green sparkle pen.

And more recently, a picture of That Girl, when she made it clear that she just didn’t feel like thinking of him as more than just a friend.

Soupy was having a hard time letting That Girl go, and he honestly was wondering why. All of the other girls… they had been easy. There was just something about them that let him just shrug them off, even though at one point in time, he felt as though they would be the only one for him.

Soupy looked at the box.

There was something about those other items. There was something about those girls, that made them all easier.

And that was when he realized it.

“If I want to get over her, I have to remember how I got over them,” he muttered.

Sure. That was it. It could entirely be that easy. After all, it wasn’t as if his mind was booby trapped. There was no reason why he couldn’t dig back through his mind and find… things that he should’ve forgotten about. Things that he had left behind because they were too painful to remember, and then that would make all the old ones seem just like That Girl.

It would hurt.

It would produce an effect completely backwards from what he intended.

Soupy sighed.

It would have to do.

He got up and walked over to his computer, turning it on. In his experience, there was only going to be one way that this was going to work.

He was going to have to write.

He was going to have to tell a story.

His story.

The Soupy Toasterson Show is filmed every Thursday in front of a piece of pie. Because pie gives +3 to happy tummy. As always, the preceeding is entirely true, and absolutely false, depending on the moment and the memory. Staring into the intersection she thinks that she can fly, and she might... -B.